Refugee's Plea

[spoken] This is a song about the future and the past. About duality. It's about human created art. fused with artificial technology. [spoken] It's a song about the embers of success. And it's about the fragility of hope. [spoken] The words are by human classic poet Emily Dickinson. The instrumental is created by an A.I, and everything that that entails. [spoken] In ethics . And in art. [piano] [verse] “Hope” is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul. (in the soul) And sings the tune without the words. And never stops, at all.. [violin] [chorus] And sweetest, in the Gale, is heard And sore must be the storm. (Be the storm.) That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. (Many warm) [bridge] I’ve heard it in the chillest land.. And on the strangest Sea. Yet, never, in Extremity, (Extremity) It asked a crumb, of me. [identical verse] Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. [identical chorus] Not one of all the purple Host (purple Host) Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of victory(Victory) [violin solo] [chorus] As he defeated – dying – On whose forbidden ear (whose forbidden ear) The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear! (burst agonized and clear) [spoken] and I leave you with these salient words. [violin solo) "These Strangers, in a foreign World, Protection asked of me -- [spoken] Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven Be found a Refugee --"